Returnless کے بول

A gloom on the horizon, the tragedy unfolds Sirens will break the silence, as the reactor burns The grip is getting tighter, as rumors start to spread Still there’s no information, for those who breath the death We are the ones! They wash the streets with water, they wash away their sins The primal wave of flesh, surges on broken concrete It will take them two weeks to die, take fourteen days for them to bleed The grip is getting tighter, evacuation proceeds For them it takes a lifetime Forever to retreat Never to retreat! Now we must face the unknown Homeless, returnless, we have nowhere to go! No way to fight this foe